Scorpius stares at his phone. He's been staring at it since he got back to Hogwarts, holed himself up behind his four-poster, and felt generally like he was going to throw up his intestines from the sheer anxiety and panic racing through him.

Worst of all was the guilt. He'd done this. He'd done this to James. And now, it was likely that James would never speak to him again.

He'd typed sorry sorry sorry sorry over and over again on his phone but hadn't worked up the nerve to send anything. When his phone buzzed, he jumped, hit send on accident, and then gasped when he saw James's text.

Everything's okay.

Maybe James is just being nice, but Scorpius doubts it. He wouldn't say it was okay if it wasn't....right?

Hurriedly, Scorpius adds, What happened?? James, I am so sorry I should have listened to you please don't hate me